This will just be a thread full of poems by me so don't read if you don't like thew first few, m'kay?
Silent
Why do I watch and do what I do?
why do I put on this show for you?
I act so stupid and like what you hate,
but all I do is watch and wait!
I act so silent and so afraid,
I just revealed my secret today.
I act so silent and so weird,
this is exactly what I feared.
With my feelings for you in the way,
I grow more silent everyday.
Sorrow Is fear
Panicking is human nature,
when fear installs,
I silently weep under the rain that falls,
it slowly creeps behind your back,
then like a slap in the face pops up and smack!
You're all alight with gooseybumps,
feel all flushed lie you got the mumps,
and your eyes shine bright ands everclear,
love is sorrow, sorrow is fear.
If
If I act just like you say to act,
will you love me,
love me back?
If I do just what you say to do,
will you love me,
oh will you?
If I talk the talk and walk the walk,
then will my love your heart stalk?
If I look like you want me to look so prettyful
will you love me dear or will you make me fall?
ENVIOUS
Precious kisses are not mine and my face flushes with green,
so envious of the crystal kiss that I must watch and see,
don't look at me please I feel so bad,
to see her away from you makes me glad,
I wish I could be her I beg to belong,
in your arms like her with her mocking sing song.
She talks to me like snakes do,
hisses like a cat,
she's such a younger version of me,
the devioua little brat.
Why be so hypocritical,
why be oh so ironic?
You must be on some drugs like dope,
you're drinking grandma's tonic!
You could have her much more in me,
I am almost the same,
and if I'm not well I could be,
jut like that pretty dame.
so what do you think? I hope you guys like!there will be ones that are not like these but I am in this kind of mood and i write what I feel.
NO APOLOGIES
I'm not here to apologise for acting how I do,
I'm not here to beg forgiveness like the other girlies do,
This isn't church so I won't confess I feel the way I do,
not a steeple with silly people walking two by two.
i'm not here to deny a thing,
I am not telling lies,
and if you ask who sent me here I'll just point to the sky.
I'm not here to apologise for if I do I think,
you'll act moe like a jerk to me and be more of a fink.
I'm not here to apologise,
I'm not here to hear you shout,
and if you say what's on my mind i
l reply' get out, get out!'
Sugar
keep telling me lies that you make up so well,
your sugar coating tastes so swell,
keep feeding me pacifiers and denying my truth,
to me it's like you're superman in the phonebooth.
keep telling me lies please you say things so sweet,
you're leasding me on like a dog with 3 feet,
but your sugar coated lies and smiles,
keep me sane for a while.
your lies taste like honey,
and i'm the fly,
if you call me addicted I won't deny.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Last Circle of Hell
Good and well written, nice use of vocab ect. However, you do seem to plan your words out a bit much, and your rhymes are a bit, for lack of a better word, cliche. Dont be bound by the contraints of rhyming, if you write in set syllable lines, then the rhyming will follow.
thank you all. Sorry if they're cliche or they're too planned out but... I dunno, I don't plan them they just sound that way. ::shrug::
ok so here's a couple more...
Truly
It's deathly silent,
I see my breath on the windows,
what I'm thinking God only knows.
My eyes are blank and empty,
a scene without a cast,
a present and a future,
but a dark and gruesome past.
Your parents call me hopeless,
I'm living in a dream,
pathetic sighs are heaving,
from my mouth some silent scream,
I beg to be different,
from how I truly am,
but this is how it happens,
So I guess Im truly damned.
DEAR LESLIE
Dear Leslie you're so perfect ,
with an eye for every dream ,
your smile never seems to fade,
but your throat it begs to scream.
The boys call you enticing,
the girls call you at home,
you'd never do a bad thing,
though your motto's 'when in Rome'
we love you Leslie dearest,
you're head's not in the clouds,
and though your knees grow dirty,
we know angels love the ground.
so here's a couple more... I don't think you'll like these ones but they've got..... potential? I dunno. I suck.
The World
i'd love to think i'm perfect,
though I'm watching everything fall,
the world is such a strange place,
A thought I'd love to erase,
cause the world isn't so small.
Picture This
Picture this ---a garden,
ruined by the rain,
a half opened head,
with a falling out brain.
Imagine this--- a red balloon,
ruined by a needle,
a poor old woman,
whose hands are cold and feeble.
Then picture this--- your mother,
crying over you,
but through the six deep feet
her tears cannot get through.
So picture this the next time
a gun is in your hand,
picture this--- God's footprints
buried in the sand.
you're my addiction,
you feed the anguish,
that nobody sees.
you're the inspiration,
you trip and fall,
and I'm right there on my knees.
i'm ready to hear your opinion,
you've always got one for me.
When you fall and start hurting,
I'm prepared to bleed.
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